Her last line "he unleashed the beast" cracked me up. I also felt vindicated because I was thinking "let's see your clam, baby..." Yeah, I'm a sick fuck.
For some reason, it also brought to mind to mind the time I had "barbeque shell" at some beach town in Korea. When they split open those live oysters open and plopped them on the hot grill at our table, I could swear I heard them screaming "it burns! it burns!". Not so appetizing.
I think Koreans enjoy watching their seafood struggle. I've seen thrashing abalone before; I've eaten sea cucumber that had been sliced up so quickly that it didn't have time to realize it was dead: the slices were still wriggling on my toothpick. And the big daddy of them all is haemul-tang, the fresh-seafood stew in which almost everything in the pot starts off alive, and then you watch the life forms struggle like souls writhing in hell when the lady turns the flame on and brings everything to a boil. The pot's lid is transparent, of course, and you never have to worry about steam blocking your view: the struggling octopus's flailing tentacles act as a windshield wiper, keeping the view nice and clear... until it stops struggling and succumbs to its fate.
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Her last line "he unleashed the beast" cracked me up. I also felt vindicated because I was thinking "let's see your clam, baby..." Yeah, I'm a sick fuck.
For some reason, it also brought to mind to mind the time I had "barbeque shell" at some beach town in Korea. When they split open those live oysters open and plopped them on the hot grill at our table, I could swear I heard them screaming "it burns! it burns!". Not so appetizing.
I think Koreans enjoy watching their seafood struggle. I've seen thrashing abalone before; I've eaten sea cucumber that had been sliced up so quickly that it didn't have time to realize it was dead: the slices were still wriggling on my toothpick. And the big daddy of them all is haemul-tang, the fresh-seafood stew in which almost everything in the pot starts off alive, and then you watch the life forms struggle like souls writhing in hell when the lady turns the flame on and brings everything to a boil. The pot's lid is transparent, of course, and you never have to worry about steam blocking your view: the struggling octopus's flailing tentacles act as a windshield wiper, keeping the view nice and clear... until it stops struggling and succumbs to its fate.
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